John was climbing up the windshield and on top of the car.
"Look at how bold John is, Sarah."
"Daddy, I'm not bald, you're bald."
***
We were driving to the library in the late afternoon.
"Daddy, the sun is the eye of death."
***
"It looks like Christmas, Daddy."
"Why do you say that, John?"
"Because I like to."
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